tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335448982024-03-07T15:03:40.983-08:00The Cookie CrumblesCamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-56210091795507597872012-04-01T08:58:00.000-07:002012-04-01T08:58:41.806-07:00HibernationI got a little blog crazy awhile back and started compartmentalizing into separate blogs: one for this, one for that, one for another thing. And now I find that I've got to pare down. I wish now I had done a little less compartmentalizing and a little more simplifying. So, I've decided to merge. Crumbles is merging with EpiBloguer (after many months of negotiating, of course). I'm still goingCamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-5416349874955059902012-02-15T17:32:00.000-08:002012-02-15T17:32:09.197-08:00The Original Edward
My husband's Valentine's gift to me, which viewing experience was enhanced by several pieces of dark chocolate. Excellent casting (Jane isn't too ugly, Rochester isn't too morose), excellent screenplay, excellent costumes. Probably one of the best adaptations I've ever seen, although, admittedly, I must be one of the last people to have seen it, considering it came out last year.
It was so Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-25659529009452613902011-11-29T13:10:00.000-08:002011-11-29T13:12:01.162-08:00Opposites Attract
We have two cats: Sasha (Alexander=boy) and Dinah. We got Sasha about two and a half years ago and Dinah about seven months later. Sasha started out as an apartment cat, and when we moved into a bigger place, we decided it was time to get him a friend who he could pounce and chase and play with to his little cat-heart’s content. And, they’ve turned out to be pretty good friends. I had my Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-46610147947108982452011-11-05T12:43:00.000-07:002011-11-05T15:31:05.154-07:00Cool as a CucumberYesterday, I found myself in a bit of a pinch. I was hosting book club at my house (my turn), and I wanted to get the perfect treat to share: pumpkin spice cake donuts from a specific place. Served hot with wassail. Mmmm. Would have been perfect with the crisp fall weather we've been having. I thought I knew where to go, but still being relatively new in this neck of the woods, I Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-25807891591281159122011-10-27T10:55:00.000-07:002013-07-06T10:16:21.120-07:00Going through the Big D
And, as it goes, I don’t mean Dallas. Nor, however, do I mean Divorce. There is no judge who has anything to tell us. I’m all on my own on this one. I’m talking about the BIG D, which will not be contained by the little d -- the diaper. Much too little for the big, big mess. It’s been weeks on end, and I’m in poo poo hell.
I just want to say for the record that I am not a big fan of poop Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-76253582917232598322011-08-23T13:41:00.000-07:002011-08-23T13:56:30.072-07:00Mind GamesI have an over active imagination, a la Anne Shirley. And so, I have fairly graphic dreams on a regular basis—ones that I can’t get out of my head, that seem so real that I wake up believing they actually happened for a minute. Sometimes these dreams are wonderfully pleasant, others are horrifically not-so-pleasant—you know, those heart-pounding, wake up sweating with a scream on your lips, sort Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-14952168853160817552011-07-01T17:49:00.000-07:002011-07-01T17:49:27.111-07:00Green ThingsThe DH and I moved into a new house about a year and a half ago. As part of the deal, our builder threw in the front yard, free of charge (so to speak), but the backyard has been a hill of rocks ever since. And the time has come to turn those rocks into a beautiful, thriving land of green. We waited until we had to, because a green backyard costs a chunk of green, too.
So, here we are, ready Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-55801283447448285262011-05-29T10:46:00.000-07:002011-05-29T11:18:19.835-07:00As the French DoWhen my sister was in high school, she played tennis. It was her teenager “thing.” Ya know, it’s what she was into. She read Tennis magazine and had a very defined sock tan line, the kind where it looks like you are wearing socks even when you take your socks off. If she had been a family pet, we would have named her “Socks,” like those Clintons. So, when I got into the ninth grade and found Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-83904532969053809262011-04-18T18:50:00.000-07:002013-03-13T23:43:01.481-07:00April's Advent
I used to get a card every year on my birthday. Inside was a happy wish and a little poem, usually to do with the month of April. Themes centered around rain and flowers and spring and Easter--renewal--all hand written in a halting script, denoting that whoever took the time to write it also took pains to do so.
I was thinking about my great-grandmother yesterday morning as I was washing Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-53271617760904373652011-04-05T17:46:00.000-07:002011-04-05T17:55:43.344-07:00On Writing and Other WoesSo, I might as well not say, “I’m back, blogging world!” because every time I do, I take another long break for which I feel very sheepish when I try to sit down at the computer again and add to these ramblings of mine. I’m a little embarrassed to be honest.
There’ve been several times in the last six months to a year where I’ve thought of something and said to myself, “I’d love to blog about Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-66072684964358718822011-01-25T12:24:00.000-08:002011-01-26T10:05:30.306-08:00I Am, I AmThis week I’ve been naughty. I’ve been taking part in another guilty pleasure, besides this one. There’s a series that Showtime produced called The Tudors about (you guessed it) the infamous King Henry the Eighth and his many wives. Well, the series in now being shown on BBC America, some random channel in the 200s that I came across, so I taped them. They weren’t so neatly spliced and editedCamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-56753053198436637202011-01-11T13:06:00.000-08:002011-01-11T22:36:33.298-08:00The Real McCo[ok]yI tried to read Julie & Julia when I heard they were making it into a movie. I got a little past chapter two and gave up. I can’t recall now exactly why I couldn’t stand it, but I remember it had something to do with the author’s spastic personality. When the movie came out, I decided to go see it anyway, even though I hadn’t been that impressed by the book. So, while I didn’t find the “Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-58417350215009217982010-10-30T12:40:00.000-07:002011-01-04T11:38:41.397-08:00My Little SurpriseVery little – 6 pounds, 5 ounces, 20 inches long to be exact! Although I’m not sure how little she’ll stay since she’s gained 4 ounces in one week. She’s sure to hit a growth spurt momentarily! And I’m not sure how much of a “surprise” it is anymore since I was too slow to post! =)
We’ve had a little addition to our family. We have a daughter, and her name is Shayla. She’s got tons of hairCamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-60979676360938427072010-05-17T09:58:00.000-07:002010-05-17T16:52:40.021-07:00I Have ThoughtsHello friends. I know, it's been awhile. I suffer from these spells of Noblogitis, (similar to School of Rock's Stikitodaman disease), but I'm trying to overcome it with large amounts of powerful medication (not really). I've been trying to kick my book blog off the ground, but I too have lost motivation in that department. And now I've decided to add something new to my plate that is sure to Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-2316601140256490032010-04-07T16:50:00.000-07:002010-04-07T16:53:28.936-07:00It's Forbidden!Recently, I finished Looking for Alaska by John Green, and I really enjoyed it. (Read forthcoming review at my book blog.) I went looking at his website afterwards to get an idea of what John Green is all about. Interesting fellow. I ran across, in his archives, a post he wrote two years ago about a school in New York that was planning on teaching his book, but had an outcry from the community. Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-43009239129166291162010-02-05T11:31:00.000-08:002010-02-05T16:02:06.764-08:00Holiday from HeavenOn an evening in November, the people of Mexico and other Central and South American countries gather to celebrate Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead. You may be thinking, sure--just like we have Halloween, a night when the dead rise from their graves to terrify and torment the living. Well, you would be wrong. Like Halloween, on the Day of the Dead people get together and have a good time, Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-9138367637204895842010-01-21T13:17:00.000-08:002010-01-21T16:34:54.463-08:00Give, Oh GiveWell, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, but for some reason, I haven’t been able to get it out on “virtual” paper. So, I guess I’ll just start here. I started a new section in my sidebar awhile ago to highlight some of the charities or other worthy causes that I like. It seems only appropriate to keep adding to that list. Soon, I’ll have to turn it into a feature because there won’t be any Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-249493896274202692009-12-28T15:02:00.000-08:002009-12-28T15:21:10.100-08:00A Day in SLCI had big plans for how I would re-enter the blogging world after my short-ish blog break. But alas, this is all I could come up with and so I hope it will be interesting enough for you, faithful readers. Since I'm sure by now, no one will ever come and back and read my blatherings. But oh well, I like writing, so I'll just keep doing it. =)I didn't quite make it back to my keyboard before the Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-87276251013951927512009-09-17T12:01:00.000-07:002009-09-17T15:21:22.145-07:00ReflectionI’ve always enjoyed a good book. But there are times in my life where I enjoyed them more than others. There are times when books are my saving grace. Sometimes, they are what gets me through the day. One of those times was the summer after I graduated college.My husband was still in school—madly trying to finish his undergrad so he could study for and take the LSAT that fall and apply for Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-63050388560974513882009-09-10T10:58:00.000-07:002009-09-10T16:02:04.137-07:00RunawayWell, it’s happened. And not once--but TWICE, people! I think I will write a screenplay about this inspirational story and sell it to the Hallmark Channel or Lifetime. Something along the lines of Tyler, A Real Hero. Ok, perhaps that’s taking it a little too far, but it feels like an accomplishment of enormous proportions in my case. And here’s why: I like running about as much as oil likes waterCamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-52294119519187258122009-07-20T15:44:00.000-07:002009-07-22T10:10:46.258-07:00To the Silver ScreenIf you’ve never had the pleasure to check out the Weekly Geeks, this is a good time to start. With the opening of the sixth Harry Potter extravaganza, this week's challenge is to discuss some of the best movie adaptations of beloved books. This is definitely a topic I can get into. I love watching movies just a little bit less than I love reading books. Although a horrid Hollywood massacre of a Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-91257480551790253462009-07-17T09:00:00.000-07:002009-07-17T12:24:33.003-07:00Lessons from a TeenagerYesterday, a young kid from California, Zac Sunderland, became the youngest person ever to circumnavigate the globe—by himself. How old was he, you ask? Seventeen. He started out at sixteen and celebrated his birthday about halfway through. He bought a well-used 36-foot sailboat for 6 grand, and, with some help, set it up with equipment to become a world-wide sea voyaging vessel. He set off in Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-58239416404631703262009-07-09T14:04:00.000-07:002014-02-14T09:18:19.256-08:00Are You Sure?I ask this question a lot. Really a lot. It bothers the people I love. It usually comes out of my mouth after someone else has locked a door of some kind: front door, garage door, car door. I'll ask whether it's locked, DH will reply in the affirmative, and, since it's important to me to be certain he heard me right, I'll say "Are you sure?" Then he gives me this blank stare with his eyebrows Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-80985577537601857742009-06-29T10:00:00.000-07:002009-07-15T13:51:41.413-07:00Dressed to ChillSummer has arrived late this year. We've been experiencing an uncharacteristic downpour in June, which has been fun for me, honestly. I like the rain. But, the sun finally made an appearance, and the temperature is escalating, as it should. Today, while I was driving to work, with the A/C blowing in my face and the summer sun shining down, a Meadow Gold truck lumbered along in front of me. On Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33544898.post-66795828058210412612009-05-30T15:31:00.000-07:002009-07-15T13:53:47.404-07:00Don't Fight the Tide, Come Along for the RideI've started a little experiment, inspired by a book I've read recently. Whether I will blog about it is yet to be seen, but I wanted to share a few thoughts on the subject.When I was a kid, my older sister used to love watching an episode of the Brady Bunch after school while we snacked on crackers or pickles. As I was thinking about and planning my experiment, I remembered this episode, where Camhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000196202918787892noreply@blogger.com1